


Something New

by Velvelicious



Category: EXO (Band)
Genre: Christmas, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Dates, First Meetings, Fluff and Humor, M/M, Potential Romance, Winter, lots of banter
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-07-26
Updated: 2019-07-26
Packaged: 2020-07-20 04:07:15
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,529
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19985824
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Velvelicious/pseuds/Velvelicious
Summary: Baekhyun had been anxiously waiting for his boyfriend for over half an hour. Everyone in the restaurant, from the waitress to the elderly couple in the corner, was beginning to give him pitying looks. Just when he resigns himself to the fact that his (ex)-boyfriend stood him up, and that he should probably leave whilst he has some dignity left, a handsome stranger, wearing the most ridiculous hat Baekhyun had ever seen, strolls into the restaurant.Before Baekhyun can blink, the tall stranger takes a seat across him. “Honey, I amsosorry for being so late. My boss was a bitch and wouldn’t let me go out of the meeting earlier," the stranger says quite loudly and then proceeds to give Baekhyun a very meaningful look. Baekhyun is pretty sure that the stranger is trying to communicate something to him, but he can't even begin to guesswhat.He decides to roll with it.





	Something New

**Author's Note:**

> uwu i had the inspiration to write this while at my internship and i literally banged out the entire fic in 5h (while i was supposed to be working on another project yikes). at the beginning i wanted to make this fic a comedy BUT THEN i watched the "call me by your name" trailer (for the nth time) as i was taking a break from writing. needless to say, the comedy thing turned into LOTS OF EMOTIONS towards the end oops

Baekhyun was fidgeting in his seat, trying to subtly look at his arm watch, whilst simultaneously straining to maintain an aura of smoothness and nonchalance. Thirty five minutes. That’s how long he had been waiting for his boyfriend in the restaurant. 

At first, when only ten minutes had passed, Baekhyun was slightly irritated, but still pretty calm overall. It was not unlike Jaehyun to be late to their dates; Baekhyun was used to it. Thus, when fifteen minutes ticked by, and Baekhyun was getting increasingly bored, he merely pulled out his phone in order to play 2048. He wasn’t worried. Jaehyun would show up. He wouldn’t miss this. At twenty minutes, he excused himself to go to the toilet where he repeatedly tried calling him. Jaehyun did not respond. When the clock struck twenty-five minutes past their initial meeting time, Baekhyun returned to his seat with a sinking feeling in his chest. 

He would show up, he must. 

This date was a celebratory dinner in honor of Baekhyun’s recent work promotion. Yes, it is true that they had had a few rocky months in their relationship, and Baekhyun was not stupid. He noticed Jaehyun not calling as often or texting as often or even initiating that they see each other as often as he used to do. He noticed that their love-making was done halfheartedly, and that their conversations were reduced to mere small talk. ‘ _Honey, how was your work today?’,_ and, ‘ _Will you please take out the trash on your way out?’._ But, this was a special occasion. Even if some cold distance had seeped into their relationship, Jaehyun would still show up to support him, right? Right. Then, why was he still not here, even half an hour later? Why was he ignoring his calls? 

Still, Baekhyun couldn’t find it in himself to leave. He was still clinging desperately to the hope that maybe, _maybe_ , the traffic was really bad...or Jaehyun got held up at work...or he messed up the timing but was now rushing to come here, full of apologies. When thirty-six minutes had passed, Baekhyun finally told himself he should leave. The waitress already asked him a couple of times whether he would like to order, and he kept telling her that _no, he was waiting for his boyfriend, and it will just be another minute before he comes_. But she was now looking at him with pity and just wordlessly stopped by to refill the cup of water he had been sipping on. In fact, and probably this was ridiculous, and maybe Baekhyun was thinking this because he was feeling very insecure, but he felt as if everyone in the restaurant was giving him pitying looks. He could not stand it. And yet. Thirty-six minutes was such an odd time to leave; maybe he should wait for a couple more minutes, until it strikes fourty? 

He could feel sadness and uncertainty brewing in his chest: a sudden emptiness that almost threatened to overwhelm him. It was right in that instant that he heard the restaurant door opening, a bit of the cold December air rushing in. Baekhyun shivered, and quickly whipped around, hoping -- praying -- that it would be Jaehyun with his cute dimpled smile and nose red from the cold. Instead, his gaze fell on a tall man wearing the most ridiculous knitted hat Baekhyun had ever seen. It probably contained all the colours existing in the universe, and the man’s ears poked out from beneath it. It was supposed to be silly, but somehow the man managed to look cute. Like a lost overgrown puppy. 

Oh. Baekhyun’s heart clenched and he tore his gaze away from the man. It was not Jaehyun after all. He should have known. It was finally time for him to accept that Jaehyun was not coming and that their relationship was probably over as well. Baekhyun was just about to stand up, profusely apologise to the waitress, then leave and go home to cry and eat at least three tubs of ice cream, when the chair opposite him made a loud screeching noise. He jumped up to see the tall stranger sitting himself on Baekhyun’s table. His hat was off; revealing a lot of fluffy brown hair tousled up from the wind beneath it. If Baekhyun wasn’t so stunned, he would probably be admiring the stranger’s beauty.

“Honey, I am _so_ sorry for being so late. My boss was a bitch and wouldn’t let me go out of the meeting earlier.” The stranger said quite loudly and then proceeded to give Baekhyun a very meaningful look. Baekhyun guessed that the stranger was trying to communicate something to him, but he couldn’t even begin to guess _what_. 

He stumbled, his brain going into overdrive as he tried to figure out what to do. He felt panicked and confused. He didn’t feel mentally prepared to engage with unexpected situations. But, there would be no harm in rolling with this thing, whatever it was? 

“That’s okay,” Baekhyun paused, “baby.” The stranger smiled warmly and widely at him, and Baekhyun suddenly felt very encouraged to continue. “But I have been waiting here _forever_ , so you should treat me to dinner,” He quipped cheekily. Baekhyun was a self-respecting employed adult, but there was no harm in taking this stranger’s money, right? It was the least he deserved tonight.

The stranger laughed. “Of course love, choose whatever you want. Dinner is on me,” He proceeded to pick up the menu and casually flip through the options. Baekhyun still felt a bit unsettled. Was he supposed to act as if this (and by this he meant handsome strangers appearing out of nowhere) was normal? Was he supposed to act as if this was not _weird_ ? _Hm_ , he pondered as he also opened up the menu, it had been a while since he did something really crazy and spontaneous. He used to be known as the class clown in his friend group, always pulling new pranks on his friends, but things had changed as he grew up and was forced to mature. He had been so preoccupied with getting that work promotion recently, that he couldn’t remember when was the last time he genuinely had a good time. 

He felt a bit of his old mischievous self, the one he had not seen since his university days, start to peek through his facade of a responsible adult. 

“Darling, I think I might have the black truffle risotto, a glass of Dom Perignon, and a crème brûlée to finish it off? I have been craving it since that time we went to Paris for our two year anniversary. Do you remember it honey? We had it in that one fancy restaurant near the Eiffel Tower,” Baekhyun’s lips formed a lopsided grin. This kind of banter felt familiar; Baekhyun was the resident theatre geek in high school, and was even a part of a few musical theatre productions in university. He just hoped this handsome stranger would play along, instead of considering him a complete nutcase. 

Luckily, the stranger seemed to pick right up where Baekhyun left off, as his lips quirked in the beginnings of an amused smile. “How can I forget? You also had Dom Perignon then, if I am not mistaken? That famous 1887 breed, dusted with gold speckles. It was quite exquisite,” The stranger's eyes glimmered with unsaid laughter, and Baekhyun giggled. 

“Oh yes, yes. The 1887 one. Love me some vintage champagne,” He nodded wisely, trying to appear as if he drank expensive champagne on the regular, instead of the two dollar supermarket wine that came in cartons of 2L. “We then jetted off to Italy. Ah, what I wouldn’t do to see Venice again! They say Paris is the city of love, but I have to contest that nothing comes close to making out while gliding in a gondola across Venice,” He sighed dreamily, whilst trying to contain the laughter that was threatening to bubble outside his chest. 

“That was the night I proposed. When you said ‘yes’, I swear the stars sparkled just for us. It was the happiest night of my life,” The stranger propped his head on his hand, seemingly blissfully reminiscing about their apparent proposal. 

“I felt like I had transcended the mundane human existence,” Baekhyun teased. “I kept thinking: what have I, Byun Baekhyun, done to deserve such a perfect man?” He joked, whilst trying to be smooth and suave about giving up his name. The stranger grinned, and it was such a beautiful smile, that Baekhyun’s heart stopped momentarily. 

“And I thought: how did I, Park Chanyeol, score the hottest twink in town?” He winked, the grin never leaving his face. 

Chanyeol. _So that was his name_ , Baekhyun thought. Chanyeol. 

The next thirty minutes passed in a similar fashion, with Baekhyun and the stranger, _Chanyeol_ , coming up with increasingly more and more ridiculous scenarios. If anyone were to overhear their conversation, they would assume that Baekhyun and the stranger were the next Kylie Jenner billionaire behemoths. Apparently, they had gone jungle trekking in the Amazon forest, where Baekhyun got lost and was about to get eaten by a tiger before being promptly saved by the dashing and heroic Chanyeol. They even swore that they had been close to uncovering a long lost treasure box from a mysterious ancient civilization. They had also gone skiing in Switzerland, and scuba diving in Bali, and surfing in Malibu, and island hopping in Thailand. They also only drank vintage alcohol dating strictly before 1900, and gave each other Cartier jewelry for their anniversaries. They shared a penthouse apartment in Gangnam and were about to get married in a lavish ceremony the upcoming summer. Baekhyun had been having a lot more fun in this one evening than in the past few months combined, he realised as they both took a break from talking in order to enjoy their delicious meals. Chanyeol was goofy and didn’t seem to mind Baekhyun’s extravagant fantasy scenarios. In fact, he seemed to find them amusing and suggested even more preposterous ones. Their minds seemed to be in sync, always running step by step next to each other, and their conversation flowed freely. 

Jaehyun never laughed at Baekhyun’s jokes. He would just stare at him blankly, before shifting the conversation to another topic. Thinking about Jaehyun popped the happy bubble Baekhyun had been living in for the past half an hour. He felt anger and hurt seeping back in his heart. This also made him consider Chanyeol. Just what was he doing here? Who was he? Why did he sit next to Baekhyun? This was not a cheesy K-drama, nor was it a Nicholas Sparks novel, so Baekhyun wanted answers. Things like this just didn’t happen in real life, and especially not to Baekhyun. He observed the stranger and noticed him nervously peeking glances behind him from time to time. Baekhyun followed his gaze until it fell on a table in the far end of the restaurant. There was a young couple sitting there, but the woman on the table seemed to be ignoring her partner as she was too busy staring intently at Chanyeol.

An uncomfortable possibility dawned upon Baekhyun. He had heard about this. This...kink. Once, while he was bored at work, he ended up going very deep into a subreddit that-shall-not-be-named where he read about these libidinous exhibitionists. Basically, they got off on watching their partners flirt with other people, in front of them. Then, they would chuckle at the poor unknowing stranger and have awesome sex back at home. Baekhyun felt himself get a little bit angry: he did not want to be the prop of someone else’s sexual fantasy. 

“Is this a sex thing?” He asked Chanyeol abruptly. Chanyeol startled from his meal, and Baekhyun felt hot flush creeping up his neck. _Way to make things awkward, Byun Baekhyun,_ he thought. “I just meant that,” he tried to backtrack and not look like a complete fool, “the woman over there is looking at you and you have been looking at her. So.” 

Chanyeol seemed slightly dumbstruck. His face seemed to be battling between a few emotions, most notably shame and discomfort, before finally settling into a state of confusion. 

“I do know that woman,” He conceded slowly, then paused. “But what do you mean by a sex thing?” He looked at Baekhyun curiously. 

Oh. So, Baekhyun was right? And Chanyeol was going to make him say it? That was just cruel. He knew this was too good to be true, and of course the stranger had to turn out to be some asshole. Baekhyun was already dealing with heartbreak, and this was becoming too much. He suddenly stood up from the chair, and started to gather his things, preparing to leave. Those ice cream tubs were still waiting for him at home and, whereas before he needed only three, now he needed to double that amount to six, because on top of his heartbreak there was a burning sense of humiliation. The universe really hated him, huh. 

“Wait,” Chanyeol stood up, looking very alarmed. “What is going on? Where are you going?” He reached for Baekhyun’s hand, preventing Baekhyun from storming outside of the restaurant (let Chanyeol pay for that damn bill!) by holding onto his wrist. Baekhyun just shook him off. 

“Look, I respect whatever kinky ass shit you are into, I really do, but. It’s unfair to involve me in it without my consent,” He huffed, trying very hard not to look at Chanyeol who was still looking super hot despite looking extremely lost.

“Baekhyun, literally what are you talking about, I have no idea what -” 

“Chanyeol?” A sudden voice interrupted them, and they both turned to see that the woman from the corner of the restaurant had walked up to them. She was holding onto the hand of her partner, and she was one of the most beautiful women Baekhyun had ever seen. 

_Great_ , Baekhyun thought. Things were going just _peachy_. Now they were going to have this whole _thing_ , in the restaurant, in front of everyone. Can he just yeet out of his existence already? 

“Ye-Jin.” Chanyeol nodded, looking extremely uncomfortable and extremely unhappy, as Baekhyun said (quite bitterly): “Oh, you must be the girlfriend.” 

Chanyeol and Ye-Jin both turned towards him. Chanyeol looked surprised, as well as slightly ashamed, as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers. Ye-Jin pursed her lips, looking quite displeased, and turned back to Chanyeol, expecting him to say something. When it became clear Chanyeol would not say anything, she sighed, and turned back to Baekhyun. 

“Well, _ex_ -girlfriend,” She amended drily. “Though I am quite sure you know that. And, you are…?” 

Wait, ex-girlfriend? Baekhyun felt as if someone had pulled the rug beneath his shoes. So this _wasn’t_ a sex thing, after all? Instead, this was something much more complicated than that, and Baekhyun suddenly felt very embarrassed at his earlier outburst. 

“He is Baekhyun!” Chanyeol interrupted loudly, seemingly finally having regained his ability to speak, as he glanced nervously over at Baekhyun. “He is, um, he is my boyfriend,” He chuckled anxiously, before awkwardly putting an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders. He squeezed him tightly, seemingly begging Baekhyun to play along. Baekhyun considered this, before deciding that, _what the hell_ , he was already too deep into this mess already. He might as well see it through. 

“Um, yup! That’s totally me. His boyfriend. The one and only,” He tried to smile, but strongly suspected that it came off as a weird grimace instead. Okay, okay. Everything was totally chill! Baekhyun had no idea what was going on, but he was totally cool! 

Luckily, Ye-Jin didn’t even seem to spare him a glance, as she was still too fixated on Chanyeol. 

“New boyfriend. That’s...nice. Well, I am glad that you seem to have moved on so nicely,” She said, not sounding very glad at all. “I guess it’s my turn to say congratulations on your new relationship?” She smiled weakly. 

“Um, thank you. That’s kind of you,” Chanyeol scratched his head. Baekhyun wished he was literally anywhere else but here. The awkwardness of this entire situation was honestly unbearable and was making him feel even more awkward than he usually was. 

“Well. We were just leaving, so. It was nice seeing you Chanyeol,” Ye-Jin tugged on her partner’s arm and nodded at Chanyeol. 

“Yes, yeah. Um, it was nice seeing you too. Goodbye Ye-Jin,” Chanyeol slightly bowed, Baekhyun following in his lead, and suddenly they were left alone again. Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol uncertainly: had he messed up everything? He felt so humiliated now, that a part of him wished to escape, but a larger part of him felt almost chained to this moment and this evening he had shared with Chanyeol. Chanyeol also seemed quite distressed, and unable to make eye-contact with Baekhyun. Neither felt brave enough to breach the uneasy silence that had descended on them upon Ye-Jin’s departure. Finally, it was the waitress who had saved them from that moment of infinite awkwardness, by asking them whether they wanted the bill. Chanyeol said yes, and a quick argument ensued when both of them attempted to pay the bill. Baekhyun, despite his previous banter, felt quite uncomfortable letting Chanyeol pay for everything. But Chanyeol wouldn’t have it and he was firm in a way that made Baekhyun feel tingly all over. 

They finally left the restaurant and became immediately enveloped by the cool and crispy December air. The iciness was almost biting in a way that made Baekhyun wrap his shawl over half of his face. Chanyeol’s ears were still poking from beneath his loopy hat and they were quickly reddening in a way that Baekhyun found unfairly adorable. He wanted to say something -- anything -- to save this evening. Chanyeol was still a stranger, but he was a stranger that he wanted to get to know better. 

“I need to apologise,” Chanyeol said at the same time that Baekhyung yelped, “I am sorry!”. They both paused, looking at each other like deers caught in the headlights.

“What are you apologizing for?” Baekhyun said at the same time that Chanyeol cried, “There is no need to apologise!”. They both halted again, looked at each other, and started giggling like two madmen. Baekhyun had been through such an emotional rollercoaster that night -- starting from being stood up (and probably dumped) by his boyfriend, to getting mad at the handsome stranger he just met -- that he felt as if he was going slightly hysterical. He would try to stop giggling, only to look at Chanyeol once, and start giggling even harder. 

“Okay, okay,” He finally managed to calm down. “Oh my God, let me go first,” He smiled as Chanyeol nodded for him to continue. “I am sorry about the sex thing and my overreaction. I have just had a really wild night so everything just became too much. You see, I was actually in the process of being stood up by my boyfriend, well, my ex-boyfriend now I suppose, when you showed up and pretty much saved my honor in front of the entire restaurant. So, when I thought that I was at the receiving end of some exhibitionist kink, I got super sensitive.” 

After Baekhyun finished, Chanyeol promptly choked, and then continued choking some more, until Baekhyun became worried enough and started tapping him on his back.

“Jesus, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol wheezed. “Exhibitionist kink? I can’t believe you thought that. I can’t believe that was the _first_ and most plausible explanation you could think of.” He smiled at Baekhyun in a way that made him feel warm despite the freezing cold. “It was nothing close to that, I can assure you, though I am flattered you were able to perceive my sex life as being so interesting.” 

“So, what was it then?” Baekhyun was still curious. “Not that I am not thankful, and I did have a lot of fun, but stuff like this doesn’t just happen in real life.” 

“Uh, well,” Chanyeol went to scratch his head before remembering belatedly that he was wearing a hat. He let his hand fall awkwardly by his side. “As you already know, Ye-Jin is my ex-girlfriend. We broke up, well, _she_ broke up with me a month ago. And, I guess you could stay that I am not fully over her and that I am not dealing well with our break up. I was especially struggling today. My pal, Sehun, messaged me that she posted an Instagram story at this restaurant tonight. And I… I don’t know. My body just went on autopilot and brought me here,” Chanyeol paused, thinking about how to explain what happened next. “To be honest, I am not entirely sure what I was trying to achieve. Confront her? Beg her to take me back? I don’t know. But then, I saw her with that other guy, and something in me just snapped. That’s when I saw you, sitting alone, and I had this crazy idea of pretending that you are my boyfriend in order to make her jealous,” Chanyeol smiled shyly. “Frankly, I was pretty sure you’d call me a weirdo, or a creep, and then curse me in front of everyone. I was so happy when you played along.” 

Baekhyun felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Everything Chanyeol said made sense, and yet, Baekhyun was feeling very dejected for some reason. 

“So, I was just a prop to get back at your girlfriend?” He asked, trying very hard to seem unbothered. Why was he so bothered about this anyways? He just met Chanyeol. Of course this wasn’t some grand love story, in which Chanyeol saw him sitting alone, and then became so captivated by his beauty that he decided to talk to him. 

“No!” Chanyeol cried. “Well, I mean, yes. Maybe, at first, that is how it started, but then I genuinely enjoyed our conversation,” He smiled cheekily. “Must have been so exhausting for us, going on all of those worldwide adventures.”

Baekhyun laughed, looking at Chanyeol fondly. “I really enjoyed our conversation as well,” He admitted softly. Unable to hold Chanyeol’s gaze, he looked down, whispering, “I haven’t felt that happy in a while.” 

“Me neither. It was the first time I have laughed that much in probably over a month,” Chanyeol muttered. 

They both smiled at each other. Then, they realised that even though they both yearned to stay there and continue talking, doing so would result in a risk of coming down with a bad fever. Chanyeol’s teeth kept chattering and Baekhyun had pulled his coat as closely as possible to his body, to no avail. They asked each other about where they were headed, and were secretly pleased when they realised that both of them were heading to the metro station. The metro stop was a good twenty minute walk away, and usually Baekhyun would be whining about how far it was, but in that moment he felt happy because it meant that he could spend more time with Chanyeol. They talked and talked -- about themselves, their work, their dreams -- and the twenty minutes (or more likely thirty, because they were trying to keep a slow pace) passed in the blink of an eye. They paused next to each other, trying to figure out how to say goodbye.

Baekhyun suddenly noticed that they were standing very close, the tips of their shoes almost touching each other, and his throat started feeling very very dry. Both of their hands were tucked in the warmth of their pockets, and Baekhyun could feel his heart almost beating out of his chest as he pulled them out and let them dangle in front of his body. He swallowed thickly. There was a certain tension floating in the air: a certain anticipation so delicate that it was making it so very difficult for him to breathe properly. There was a momentary pause, only enough for two heartbeats, before Chanyeol pulled his hands out of his pockets as well, and let them dangle next to Baekhyun’s. The tips of their fingers were almost touching, and Baekhyun almost stopped breathing as he inched his ever so closely to Chanyeol’s. When they finally touched, and Chanyeol big warm hands grasped Baekhyun’s smaller ones, Baekhyun let out a surprised _oh_. He had forgotten how hand-holding with a person he really likes felt like. He had forgotten the excitement and exhilaration of new beginnings. 

He was still staring at their hands, entwined together under the pretty moonlight, when Chanyeol pulled one of his hands and moved it over to the tip of Baekhyun’s chin. He gently rolled down Baekhyun’s shawl, and Baekhyun shivered; whether it was from the cold, or from something _else_ , something buzzing in the air, he wasn’t completely sure. Chanyeol slid his hand down Baekhyun’s jaw, before cupping his face, and moving his thumb in slow languid strokes over Baekhyun’s cheek. It was all so very tender that Baekhyun hurt. He finally looked into Chanyeol’s eyes and felt the world stop for a quick millisecond. Chanyeol’s chocolate-brown eyes were looking at him with so much affection that Baekhyun felt slightly dizzy. 

“Can I kiss you?” Chanyeol whispered, his voice carrying like tiny snowflakes in the small bubble of tenderness and anticipation between them. 

“Yes,” Baekhyun’s rasped. “Please.” He felt as if there was a ball of sudden desire caught up in his throat, and he tried to subtly lick his lips, chapped from the winter breeze. 

Chanyeol started moving closer and closer to Baekhyun, so slowly, so torturously, and Baekhyun felt as if he was going mad. When their lips touched, plumpness against softness, they both gasped. It was a small kiss, almost a peck, conveyed with painful tenderness, but it somehow felt like _so much more_. Chanyeol pulled back, but still remaining mere millimeters away from Baekhyun’s face, and they both closed their eyes. 

In that moment, completely suspended in space and time, it seemed as if they were the only two people in the whole galaxy. Baekhyun would have given up everything to make that moment last forever; to have more moments like this, as well as explore many other different moments with Chanyeol. 

Chanyeol smiled. 

“Baekhyun.” He said his name so gently, so caringly.

“Chanyeol.” Baekhyun tried to convey _everything_ he was feeling in that one word. 

They had just met and they barely knew each other. They had both just gotten out of long-term committed relationships with other people and were not over their previous heartbreak. It was just one night, just one chance encounter. It was too early to talk about love or about fate. Maybe this evening was a freak accident, a happy side-effect of the stars aligning perfectly in order to give them this one special moment. Maybe tomorrow they will go on a date, talk more, get to know each other, and realise that they are not meant to be. And yet. 

Baekhyun felt the promise of something in the air that night. The promise of something new. 

**Author's Note:**

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